A Mothers Tale

A Mothers Tale

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Last published Tue, Jun 24, 2014

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My name is Hazel Woodhouse and last year my 10 year old daughter was diagnosed with lung cancer. It started during a family vacation in the Canary Islands, but has continued to grow ever since. Every day I wake up praying that ‘today will be different’, but it never is. There are always the same appointments, same support group meetings and the same pain. It just lingers in our lives, never seeming to want to go away. Most cancer story's are from the child's perspective, and how they cope with their terrible fate. But this is my story – from a mothers perspective. No one really thinks about how the parents are affected from their child's misfortune – they just assume that they feel sad and depressed. No words can explain the pain I feel when I watch my precious little baby struggle their way through life, knowing that one day they will be gone forever.

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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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